Last weekend, Dave and I managed a miniature escape with my parents aboard Dad's great project, the Beatrice Helen.
For brevity, I will rely on the photos to recount the excursion.
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| Embarking with the last minute details... |
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| Motoring out of Flander's Bay, towing the Luna Sea- just in case |
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| Off of Schoodic Point. Still. No. Wind. F/V Barbara Jean off the Starboard. |
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| Hooking up with Slugger (Captain) & Bio-Dad (sternman) |
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| Kitchen comedy: turns out the pots were too small for the contents: so we returned the lobsters. |
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| Shore excursion to Schoodic Island |
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| Home to mink. (Scat identification is one of Dave's many fine qualities) |
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| Driftwood & Detritus |
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| Resting place. |
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| Bleaching. |
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| The Beatrice Helen abides. |
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| Rugosa hole. |
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| Hips & buoy |
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| Three on the strand. |
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| Cormorants: Chaos in migration. |
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| Heft. |
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| Salt. |
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| Plunder. |
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| Competitive walking stick collecting. |
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| Pushing off the seawall. |
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| Supper time. Schoodic salt in the blue bowl on the table. |
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| Mid-morning on Sunday- Dave, a Pile of Sleep in the Aft Cabin. |
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| Sights & Seers. |
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| Table-top. |
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| Back on the mooring. Proof I was there too!:  |
